255 Unchanged
****THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT. VIEWERâS DISCRETION IS ADVISED****
Skye was glad that Alfred and Zas had been nearby when Angelica had ambushed them. It made filling out the report a million times easier than it wouldâve been, especially since Zas was one of the witnesses. As the General went to get a guard, people started to gather around out of curiosity.
Many knew that Skye and Angelica Bibalow were enemies, and the rumors that cropped up pertained to it. A select few said that Skye planned it to get rid of her, but most ignored that theory. The most popular one was that Angelica had hired multiple people, and Skye beat them all.
Skye had to laugh as she listened in on their conversations with her Tank trait. âHow do people even come up with this stuff?! Haha! Wonder what theyâd say if they found out that she had accidentally killed herself..â
When Zas came back, he told Skye not to worry about helping out for the rest of the day, so long as she finished the original errand.
âSince youâll be at the medical tent, tell them to send someone to collect the body. Iâll send a guard to track down Lord Bibalow with a copy of my report. He needs to know the circumstances of his daughterâs death.â
Zas flashed a serious expression before he added; âThe last thing any of us needs is Bibalow sending people after you, or coming after you himself. The report states that she died from a self-inflicted wound.. I didnât add all the details: just the basics. Less details means less gossip.â
âI appreciate that Zas, thank ye,â Skye replied as she started walking backwards.
Zas smiled as he called out to her before turning away; âDoesnât mean there wonât be any, though! Be prepared for that!â
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âTis already started, but aye! Oh! I almost forgot! Please tell Klaus and Ronnie Iâll be at the palace seeinâ me folks off!â Skye called back as she, too, turned and took off.
As she took off, Zas called out: âSURE THING!â
He was happy that Skye didnât stick around, or ask a bunch of questions. Angelica Bibalow was obviously a pawn. There was no way she could get her hands on such a rare and expensive poison by herself.
âLord Bibalow never wouldâve paid for it, and she didnât have any money if her own. Thereâs only one of two ways she couldâve gotten it: she stole it, or someone gave it to her..â
Signaling to one of the guards, Zas told him to go track down doctors Gohan and Stein. He was to tell them to meet him at the RMC Headquarters in two hours. The news of Angelicaâs death was already spreading quickly.
âI just hope I get to them before they figure out why I want to talk to them. I need to know if one of them was her accomplice, or if she was working with someone else...â
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The Crowned Princess was sent into a foul mood the moment that Karena had heard about Angelica Bibalow. Draco was coming back from checking their house for clues as to where they went when heâd heard.
âThe stupid bitch has already attempted, and failed, to kill Skye. To make matters worse; I couldnât retrieve the knife without tipping Skye and Zas of that the she had accomplices. Which theyâve probably already figured out.â
Karena basically did the same thing that she always did when Draco had told her before dinner. Smash a few things, berate someone, then take her sweet time with Draco. He hated sleeping with her, but Marcoâs orders had literally included having sex with her to keep her more docile.
At first, Draco had found it entertaining, but it quickly turned boring and repetitious. She was always on top, only took care of herself, then sheâd bend over to allow him to finish. Their couplings were the same every time.
Heâd change up the monotony by sleeping with servant girls, or tavern tramps, but it could never be for more than a few nights. Even though Karena held no feelings towards Draco other than lust, she was still possessive of him.
Only once had he come close to a real relationship with a bakerâs daughter, but Karena destroyed it. Draco had made the mistake of telling Karena that he had someone he cared for enough to not want to sleep with her anymore. He was young and na?ve at the time, so he didnât think sheâd hurt the lass..
After Karena had her beaten, the poor girl was dropped off in the slums with barely any clothes on.. She died from her injuries on the side of the road. After that experience, Draco never built personal relationships with anyone.
No family, no friends; just his duty. All Draco had to look forward to now was the day he got to kill Karena. He often fantasized about how he would do it.
âStab her? Shoot her? Slice her throat open? No.. Strangling her would be the most gratifying. Then I could watch the light leave her eyes..â
Draco had been so lost in his thoughts that heâd barely felt Karena slap him as she screamed; âAre you even listening to me?! What are we supposed to do now?! They have the knife! The poison we gave her was too rare! Theyâll know that it Had to come from the palace!â
Draco sighed as he started to unbutton his shirt. âAlways the same.. First she needs reassurances, then sheâll make me fuck her. I wish Prince Marco would just kill his father already. Slowly poisoning him doesnât seem to be working, not with that hot little princess running around.â
âEven if they do trace it back, Dr. Stein can just say she stole it. Sheâs been in and out of the palace with her father. He could just say itâs not something he touches often enough to notice that some was missing. Donât worry; they canât trace it back to you.â
Karena visibly relaxed at Dracoâs assurance. It wasnât that he was genuinely trying to comfort her, he just wanted her to shut up. The quicker he finished his business with her, the sooner he could report to Marco. He would not be happy that Karena had tried to kill âhis prizeâ, as he called her.
âMaybe heâll let me kill her early, so long as I make it look like an accident? Probably not, but I can hope..â
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After Skye had stopped off at the medical tent, she headed straight for the palace. Her parents werenât supposed to leave until after dinner, so she wanted to spend a little time with them before they left. When she got to the front of the palace, both of her parents were getting ready to leave.
Anger, hurt, and panic swirled around within Skye as she ran over to them. The not-so-happy looks on their faces made it hurt even more. Her lungs burned as she came to a stop in front of them, and demanded answers.
âSo ye were gonna leave without so much as a goodbye?! What the hell?!â
Lucas stepped forward with an apologetic look on his face; âIma sorry, me sweet.. We have to go now so Petrie and I can discuss the temporary treaty with Murdoc. I wanted to have more time, but-â
âYe couldâve spent some time with me if ye wouldâve come to see me at all,â Skye looked directly at her mother; âAt least Da made an effort to talk to me. Which is a hella lot more than I can say about you.â
Lidia shrank back at Skye harsh tone. She knew that avoiding her would hurt her, but what else was she to do? Magnus had warned Lucas about the conversation he and Skye had during dinner a while back.
Magnus had told Skyeâs father that she might be doubtful of her lineage now, and that he knew all along that Sorcha was her mother.. Which sent Lucas into a rage.
âSo all the times ye called me away when she was pregnant, ye knew?! You Rotten Bastard!â
If Magnus wouldnât have been the king, Lucas wouldâve beat him to death. He missed so much because of Magnusâ pettiness. Skyeâs first kick, Sorchaâs cravings, her smile, her laugh.. Heâd lost months of time with her, and it was all his supposed friendâs fault.
After Lucas broke some very expensive things in his room, the two had Petrie come back in and say his piece. Once heâd finished, Magnus gave Petrie the Ambassadorâs Crest, then sent him off so the two could cover Everything...
Lucas had told his wife about their talk, which terrified Lidia. Skye would soon be asking questions she couldnât answer. âHow can I explain that the man she thinks is her father is actually her uncle?! Without giving away that Iâm not her mother?! It canât be done!â
Lidia was about to have a stroke due to her anxiety over it all. Lucas saw his wifeâs state, and knew that the coming conversation needed to be done in private. There were enough ears around them to cause their daughter some serious complications if they werenât careful about how they handled the situation.
âLetâs head to yer quarters for a talk. We can leave once everything is resolved,â Skyeâs father motioned to the stairs as he spoke.
The childish side of her wanted to tell her parents to just leave, but Skye felt more calm and collected than normal. She had for a while now, which was strange to her. Anger was Skyeâs go-to emotion, but lately her common sense had prevailed more often.
As they climbed the steps without a word, Skye found herself lost in her thoughts on the matter. âMaybe Ima just gettinâ older? No, this doesnât feel like a natural progression-type thing.. I feel calm, but edgy. Tis odd..â
As they started to make their way through the hallways, Skye realized that her parents had no trouble making their way around the palace. If irritated her even more knowing that they couldnât use the excuse of âgetting lost on their way to find herâ.
As they turned down the final main hall, Peggy came into view. She was heading back to Skyeâs quarters with her arms full of underskirts, stockings, and dresses. As soon as she saw Skye and her parents, she knew something was wrong.
No one looked happy, which was odd to Peggy since Skye had been looking forward to seeing her parents. As the family approached, Peggy could see the ire in in Skye eyes. Without a word, she led them into Skyeâs quarters.
As soon as they were all in, Peggy closed the door. Skye gestured to the table for her parents to sit as she asked; âSo.. Why didnât anyone here Ever tell me that Da isnât me real father?â